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There exists a world Consisting of only colors As magical as a dream The grass is of electrifying emerald The sunflowers are dripping of goldenness It appears as pixels composed of only the brightest colors Your hair flows of fiery oranges Your lips are a perfect mixture Of bold scarlet And ****** crimson An artist’s masterpiece Until he smears it with his paintbrush
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
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There exists a world Consisting of only colors As magical as a dream The grass is of electrifying emerald The sunflowers are dripping of goldenness It appears as pixels composed of only the brightest colors Your hair flows of fiery oranges Your lips are a perfect mixture Of bold scarlet And ****** crimson An artist’s masterpiece Until he smears it with his paintbrush
evan-mcclellan
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
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